While I have not really gotten much progress in the knitting or spinning categories, I did manage to find the lost pictures from MDS&W.
Behold, the pre-entrance test of Patience:
I kept singing a song in my head,
by a band named Cake,
where the chorus is "And this long line of cars, are all 'cause of you".
Please note: The center picture is the actual road to the festival. The pictures are an accidental and not terribly good panoramic of when my friend and I were waiting. Be forgiving please, it was nine in the morning after a long drive the day before and I was not at my best.
Then there was the parking and the walking, but we will skip that section.
After that there was the fuzzy animals:
The bunnies,
and the llamas,
and the goats,
and, last but not least,
the sheep.
In one of the big buildings, I found some gorgeous spinning wheels.
I mean, if you really want to have a pretty spinning wheel, there is no doubt that you want something like this. If spinning becomes my primary focus (which it has not, so far) then I will probably get a wheel like this. Something that is art for when I am making art, er, yarn.
Yep.
So there, some of my previously-missing-pictures.
I hope you enjoyed!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Theoretical Knitting
Lately I have been proving myself very talented at a new skill, Theoretical Knitting.
Theoretical Knitting is the art of thinking lots and lots of knitting thoughts, (design elements, yarn qualities, needle sizes available/needed, how the FO should look, more complicated design elements, things we should be knitting and how we would knit them, and so on), but no actual knitting time.
I have thought about casting on. I have considered putting needles and yarn together.
Long hours have been spent mentally knitting.
No physical effort is required for 332 Theoretical Knitting. One does not have to find the yarn choice lacking, or the design flaw, or rip out complicated elements that did not work, or rue the failure of the FO to look like it is supposed to, or become frustrated at the lack of correct size of available needles for a given project, or actually produce knitted items that were requested or something.
Why, through the practice of Theoretical Knitting, I have been able to branch out into Theoretical Crocheting! There are only two crochet stitches I can actually do, but I am limitless in my Theoretical Crocheting skills!
I have Theoretically Crocheted an entire couch.
It looks a lot like the one I sit on while I think about the fiber arts.
With a bit of practice, anyone can become good at this.
Eventually, I will get back to knitting stuff.
I mean, people have been requesting stuff again. Someone even gave me a request with a deadline, so I can't rely on theory forever.
Right?
Theoretical Knitting is the art of thinking lots and lots of knitting thoughts, (design elements, yarn qualities, needle sizes available/needed, how the FO should look, more complicated design elements, things we should be knitting and how we would knit them, and so on), but no actual knitting time.
I have thought about casting on. I have considered putting needles and yarn together.
Long hours have been spent mentally knitting.
No physical effort is required for 332 Theoretical Knitting. One does not have to find the yarn choice lacking, or the design flaw, or rip out complicated elements that did not work, or rue the failure of the FO to look like it is supposed to, or become frustrated at the lack of correct size of available needles for a given project, or actually produce knitted items that were requested or something.
Why, through the practice of Theoretical Knitting, I have been able to branch out into Theoretical Crocheting! There are only two crochet stitches I can actually do, but I am limitless in my Theoretical Crocheting skills!
I have Theoretically Crocheted an entire couch.
It looks a lot like the one I sit on while I think about the fiber arts.
With a bit of practice, anyone can become good at this.
Eventually, I will get back to knitting stuff.
I mean, people have been requesting stuff again. Someone even gave me a request with a deadline, so I can't rely on theory forever.
Right?
Monday, May 11, 2009
A missing weekend
I went to Maryland Sheep and Wool.
It was my first fiber fest and I had a blast.
As soon as the morning rain stopped (right after we caved in to get the umbrella out of the car) out came the camera!
Pictures of baby sheep, baby bunnies and baby goats were snapped. Pics of the crowded Ravelry Meetup were taken. I even snapped a few of the sheep dog event and my friend Michelle who was on the trip with me.
I would love to share them with you, I really would.
Unfortunately, the only pics that are on the card are the ones of my friend Michelle.
I know I took pictures. I remember fidgeting with the flash and the exposure when trying to get some nice shots of the lambs behind the big (really crowded) tent that had so many different fibers, books, yarns and a register in the back of the tent.
Strong is the memory of fighting against poor lighting to take pics of the baby French Angora rabbits that I did not buy even when my friend taunted me.
I took the picture to prove how good a roommate I was by not buying them.
No such photo exists.
Nothing of the fest exist except my memories and my fibers (which I shall post about in a different post).
It is sooooo not fair.
It was my first fiber fest and I had a blast.
As soon as the morning rain stopped (right after we caved in to get the umbrella out of the car) out came the camera!
Pictures of baby sheep, baby bunnies and baby goats were snapped. Pics of the crowded Ravelry Meetup were taken. I even snapped a few of the sheep dog event and my friend Michelle who was on the trip with me.
I would love to share them with you, I really would.
Unfortunately, the only pics that are on the card are the ones of my friend Michelle.
I know I took pictures. I remember fidgeting with the flash and the exposure when trying to get some nice shots of the lambs behind the big (really crowded) tent that had so many different fibers, books, yarns and a register in the back of the tent.
Strong is the memory of fighting against poor lighting to take pics of the baby French Angora rabbits that I did not buy even when my friend taunted me.
I took the picture to prove how good a roommate I was by not buying them.
No such photo exists.
Nothing of the fest exist except my memories and my fibers (which I shall post about in a different post).
It is sooooo not fair.
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On the Needles
- Lacy Shrug with Fluffy Cuffs
- cat toys
- Scarf to go with gloves
- Entrelac Blanket